Lauren

# Blue Eyes + Blue Eyes = Blue Eyes Inspired by qaEZCt8vQE I used to tell myself genetics were complicated. I have blue eyes. Keith has blue eyes. Chris is ten. Brown eyes. Ashley just turned eight. Brown eyes. For years, Keith never questioned it. Why would he? He's their father. He taught Chris to ride a bike. He checks under Ashley's bed for monsters. They call him Dad. But I've always known there was another possibility. Keith's best friend was there during those long stretches when Keith was away. He helped when I needed it. He listened. Somewhere along the way, gratitude became something neither of us had any right to feel. Years later, we finally stopped pretending we didn't wonder. We tested both children together. Chris is his. Ashley is his. Keith isn't their biological father. Now I'm standing over the kitchen sink watching my copy of the DNA results burn. The flame reaches the final corner before I drop it into the basin. He still has his copy. Then I hear Keith's key turn in the front door. I quickly turn on the faucet. Too late. The kitchen still smells like smoke.